Only For You


Breath of the discarded
blows bubbles in our mind.
The one we share,
because we care,
because we are taught to be kind.

Tears scar flesh,
acrid, caustic acid lies.
As the question closes
morality imposes,
trying to climb behind our eyes.

The child of others
is also a child of mother's womb.
So I carry your heart’s load
along your uphill road,
all your agonies I assume.

To bring your soul ease
I would carve my tongue free.
My anger I cannot erase,
nor can my regrets debase
the pearl among the debris.

©2015 Christopher Reilley

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